Night falls.

On Central Avenue in Queens, New York City, a small area was cordoned off for construction reasons. As soon as the road builders took away the warning signs and blue boards on the front foot, a group of people brought out a bunch of brand new warning signs and placed them at the end of the road to block the entry of a large number of vehicles.

On Central Avenue, there are very few vehicles, and many of them are owners with blank faces.

Lao Tzu just turned a corner, why was he locked up on the construction road?

The sound of whirring sounded.

A windy truck is rushing forward.

Behind this truck, there are also a large number of sports cars of all kinds, chasing each other, successfully arousing the anger and loud abuse of passers-by.

"Bastard, what's going on with these guys, is the traffic in your Queens so unruly?!"

"It's them again! That group of rich second generation drag racers! This is the third time they have blatant drag racing!! ”

"Doesn't anyone take care of it?! What about the police? ”

"People have money, what can you do? What can you do if you catch it once, pay a fine once, and wait for a period of calm to come out and do things again? ”

Countless passers-by discussed, all kinds of bitter smiles and insults resounded in the sky, and many strong men showed unkindness, but in the depths of their eyes, they showed eager looks.

Drag racing, in the open United States, is nothing at all, all kinds of black tuning factories, all kinds of black technicians, are very popular with the rich and drag racing people, because they can transform the strongest locomotive, on the vast road, facing the different eyes of passers-by, galloping, enjoying the thrill of speed.

Many passers-by who ate dirt couldn't stand the stimulation, ran home angrily, drove their own car out, drove majestically onto the road, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and screamed.

There was no shortage of guys driving dusty classic cars, and when the engine was moved, it made a screeching sound, as if it would explode at any moment, but the owners still joined the race with great interest.

The cop was so angry that he drove a police car with a megaphone and a smug classic car that was slowly emitting black smoke.

A policeman sitting in the passenger seat stuck his head out of the window and said angrily: "Dad, can you not come out and be embarrassed?!" ”

"Boy, Lao Tzu was also a master in the drag racing industry back then, but he retired later......"

The police were dying of anger, back then? How fast was the car back then! What is the current speed of the car?

Start at 100 mph! Two hundred is normal!

Especially some crazy people, they dare to speed three or four hundred hours per hour, and they are not afraid of crashing to death!

All the policemen, including him, looked angrily at the luxury convoy in front of them, cursing in their hearts.

The strange guy in the lead, of course, is no stranger to the traffic police, a rich second generation, addicted to modified vehicles, but I don't know what evil happened, and I actually switched my hobby from sports cars to trucks!

Drag racing with a truck? Who do you think you are, Mechanic Donnie?

"Those guys, this time they must be sent to prison, no matter how much money they have, no matter how big their background, don't even think about bail!" A policeman roared in frustration.

Another policeman was very calm, leaned comfortably on his seat, whistled, and said: "You don't know that the guy in the lead, you obviously think you are Donnie, and you really think you can go out of the plane...... Hey, even Donnie can't get his tank out of the speed of the plane, right? ”

"He can, he just needs to control the high-speed rail." There are police officers who answer the road.

The leading young man with bells and whistles drove his truck contentedly, all the way to the wild, which can be called a spectacle, but all high-speed vehicles, its structure is very particular, basically in an arc, reducing drag and its own weight.

But this guy just didn't, he got a truck, hollowed out a lot of metal structure, replaced it with a super engine, and drove all the way.

That's right, the interior of this truck, in fact, has been hollowed out a large part, it's simply a shell, if the owner hits the car with a pump, hehehe, the picture is too beautiful......

The young man driving looked at the rear mirror, and the companions who were left behind by him showed a smug expression, holding the steering wheel with his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand.

He was a motorcycle enthusiast and a normal good young man - only interested in sports cars.

But two things happened in a row that made him completely lose his mind to the old-fashioned sports car and turn his interest to the truck.

The first thing is that he tried to hook up with a woman with a good body and a black bodysuit, and until now, he can't forget that woman, especially the breasts and bare thighs that are about to burst.

He tried to lift her with a sports car, but was ignored and the woman got straight into a truck......

Oh, that woman's name is Amanda Falcone.

The second happened not long ago, when he met a woman in a red dress, and at first glance, it was as if he had been shot by Cupid, the goddess of love. He went up to hook up with confidence, but somehow, by the time he reacted again, he was already on the other side of the road, and the beautiful woman in red walked straight into a private estate.

In the gate that he didn't have time to close, he glanced at a blue truck with a lot of wind.

"What a sports car, bullshit, these days, trucks are the mainstream! And I will be the leader of the new trend! ”

His aesthetic seems to have suffered some terrible misunderstanding, a 180-degree turn.

The young man squinted, and while he was happy, he was inevitably a little depressed.

He is so handsome and chic, young and golden, twice in a row, he fell on top of the truck.

If the opponent is more handsome and richer than him, forget it, but it's not at all, the common denominator is the truck that pulls the wind.

Since then, the young man has been obsessed with the truck pulling the wind like a demon.

"I'm going to be the new king of racing in the world! What a sports car, bullshit, that short and squeamish appearance, it's ridiculous, only a sissy would drive a sports car! A strong truck is the romance of a real man......"

Thinking in this way, the young man fell into self-intoxication and could not extricate himself.

The young man subconsciously looked at the rear mirror, and the comrades ate dirt behind his ass, and couldn't help but show a look of contempt. He glanced at the dial again, and the speed had reached two hundred per hour, which is the standard for a car rally.

Looking at it, the young man couldn't help but show an arrogant expression.

"Buzz !!"

A deafening engine sound, as if explosives had been detonated in the engine cylinder.

The young man frowned, guessing in his heart, which stupid X drove a motorcycle to chase him, and it was probably that group of annoying policemen again.

The young man glanced at the rear mirror again, and what he saw at this glance made him feel like he had been hit hard, his mind was roaring, and his gaze was suddenly dull.

"This ...... This ......" The young man's throat was full of lotuses, and he couldn't squeeze out a word, as if he was blocked by something terrible, and almost suffocated.

A four-metre-tall blue behemoth with a new flame-like pattern painted on the body and a spurious spike standing at the front of the car.

On the front of the car, there is a sign that looks like a strange human face.

This big guy who was bigger and heavier than his car was like a roaring mountain, and the cranky engine seemed to be tethered to a roaring monster!

In just a few seconds, from appearing in the field of vision, to going hand in hand! After a few more seconds, he was easily overtaken!!

A huge blue giant truck like a huge mountain, with a heavy bucket box more than ten meters long in the back, was like dumping his son, and easily threw the chariot he was most proud of.

The young man's eyes were full of bloodshot at some point, and his dull pupils did not have the slightest color.

The falling cigarette butts fell to the thighs and burned the skin, but none of them caused the slightest reaction from the youth. In his eyes, all that was left was the rampaging monster, the giant that shouldn't exist!

"How is this possible, how is this possible, this is not scientific at all......" The young man Mu Ran stared, babbling nonsense, "I know the most advanced modification methods, but how can there be such a racing car like a super heavy truck!! ”

"What's more, it's so fast!! How is this possible, it is not scientific at all!! ”